Your

The dust settles in the creeping darkness

Your time is up you have failed

Your dead pale hands lie there like creeping vines

The air is motionless and stale

People come and loiter; so far below the earth no one can hear your shallow screams

You try to cry but your eyes seem to be sewn shut

You waste what seems like precious air with muffled screams

You would raise your arms and scratch at the oaken door, but your arms seem bound

You cries remain unheard

But in sad truth it doesn't matter

So lie down in your satin bed

Close your eyes

For one last time

Welcome the ever-coming dreams

Because sadly my dear you are and forever will be

Dead